Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The F-Word: Snap-shorts

Dominick catapulted us both out of bed just after 4 a.m. this morning having heard a mosquito in his ear. After ten minutes searching for the invisible wretch, it met its timely sizzling demise courtesy of the electrocution tennis racket.
  However if we'd not woken up as the cocks were crowing we'd have missed this beautiful moon, the photo doesn't do it justice but it was set against the clouds, casting them all in silver.

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